It is night. Late night. Early morning.

You lay there, next to me. You are close, your arm on my chest. You look peaceful, asleep. You wonderful eyes closed. Your breathing soft, and gentle.

I cannot sleep. I do not want to. I look at you, and have been for some time. Watching you. I feel so warm knowing that this is where I am suppose to be. Next to you. My partner. My lover. My friend.

My hand softly brushes your cheek, brushing back your hair so that it...